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Chapter Twenty Three

Haze does not look up as I enter the room.

He does not seem to even notice as I take a place at one of the chairs in middle, until I say, "You seem comfortable."

He looks up at me lazily, through heavy lashes, thickened with sleep and wolfsbane. Silence. Then his eyes crinkle, his head tips back and all I can hear is the ricochets of his loud, reverberating laughter.

I grit my teeth, willing patience in my nerves. If I kill him here, how much questions will that raise? Many, a voice says. I don't think killing someone would be an ideal position for me to gain trust of my new found mate's court, whose resources I very dearly need. So I quietly settle for a glare and gesture him to take a seat.

His gaze narrows but he obeys, standing with poorly hidden lethargy and dropping down with a careless thud. "I should've known you would weasel your way out."

"I should've known you would be such a pain in the ass."

"Well, we need some c
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